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There, what can you see?" continued the lad, as Denis obeyed, finding the abundant folds give way easily, so that he could peer right beyond. "Nothing at all; it is quite dark." "Come away," said Carrbroke quickly. "That's right," he continued, and then quickly taking Denis's place he quite disappeared.
It was one day in autumn, after a lapse of about two years, that the following conversation took place between a wealthy grazier from the neighboring parish, and one of our hero's most intimate, acquaintances. It is valuable only as it throws light upon Denis's ultimate situation in life, which, after all, was not what our readers might be inclined to expect.
He who waited, and he who was waited for, exchanged nods, and the captain having calculated the distance at a glance, and recognized the door which ought to belong to the window above, jumped over the threshold of Madame Denis's poor little house with as much familiarity as if it had been a tavern.
"Well," said Brian, Denis's elder brother, "I only say this, that it's a good story for him to tell that he is a Bishop, otherwise I'd think no more of puttin' a bullet through him from behind a hedge, than I would of shootin' a cur dog."
That school was her home; Madame Joubert God help her! her mother; madame, her divinity; fools' caps and turned-up skirts, her life. Madame must have felt something of it besides the loss of the handsome salary for years from the little old withered woman. But conventionality is inexorable; and the St. Denis's great recommendation was its conventionality.
"Why, then, honest man," said Denis's friend, "that's a murdherin' fine dhrove o' bullocks you're bringin' to the fair?" "Ay!" replied the grazier, "you may say that. I'm thinkin' it wouldn't be asay to aquil them." "Faix, sure enough. Where wor they fed, wid simmission?" "Up in Teernahusshogue. Arrah, will you tell me what weddin' was that that passed awhile agone?"
Denis fired, aiming at the buffalo, as did Gozo immediately afterwards, but Denis's bullet flattened against her hard skull, and although Gozo wounded her in the neck, she came on. Denis fully expected to be tossed into the air or trampled to death, when Lionel's horse standing stock still, he raised his rifle and pulled the trigger.
He heard them ferreting in the dark corners; the stock of a lance even rattled along the outer surface of the door behind which he stood; but these gentlemen were in too high a humour to be long delayed, and soon made off down a corkscrew pathway which had escaped Denis's observation, and passed out of sight and hearing along the battlements of the town. Denis breathed again.
"Now place your hand on my back, and strike out with the other and your feet at the same time. Don't attempt to clutch me, and we will, please heaven, gain the bank." Lionel, who kept his presence of mind, did as he was bid. At first Percy was in hopes of regaining his horse's tail, but the animal had got too far ahead, and was now abreast of Denis's horse.
Lionel was on his right. For some distance the river was sufficiently shallow for the horses to wade, with the water only half-way up their backs. Presently Denis's horse began to swim. "I'll try the Kaffir fashion, and I'd advise you to do the same," cried Denis. "Lionel may stick on his horse's back if he likes."
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